New Year's Eve

One of the fierce women I follow on here quoted “this years closing is a cold and broken hallelujah. It is a deep prayer that is still coming through.” Yes. So much yes.

It was merciful surrender, it was manifestations being built, it was cutting chords of emotional trauma, it was learning that the only safety is that which is within me. It was meeting my angels and facing my demons. It was dreams and realities blending together and the tossing of timelines out the window. It was a little heart being held and regarded behind the wall inside a bigger heart, with unconditional love. It was a collapse, a carnage, “burn the whole place down” kind of energy.

There is no light without darkness and no darkness without light. The emergence is on the rise. I can feel it deep in my soul. Evolve or repeat. I am here to live.

With hope for 2022, I pray I connect to neon lights in our sky, a million sunrises that fill me up. I pray for plants to open my eyes (Kacey ), I pray for a thousand stars and spinning planets to create an energy that continues to gravitate me to where I need to be always. I pray for more restful nights knowing that I am fully living my truth. I pray to play big with my life in the small ways that make a big difference and that require me to forever be outside of my comfort zone. I hope I always have the guts to scream “this is who I ammmm!” even when people turn away because of it. I hope I can forget the scars, buy every pretty dress just for the twirly feeling, travel the world and then end up in Paris or Venice to fall in love. I hope I can still laugh at the things that most people don’t find funny and enjoy my own quirkiness. I hope I put on every crystal jewelry piece until my fingers and arms are filled with memories of how I was led to each one. I hope that I can forever tell the stories of this past year as the one that led me fearlessly into my own liberation and that I was reborn because I walked here first. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah ☾